[Dave can't help feeling a little ridiculous right now, really, with caramel fluid all over his lips, one hand still absently working Tav's bulge, and he kind of figures - what the hell? Why not go all the way with this? Right up to cheesy porno quality.
It'll be hot. In an ironic kind of way.
So he reaches up, pulls off his shades, and sets them aside. Then he looks up at Tav again, all heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, his hand still absently moving against Tav's bulge.]
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It'll be hot. In an ironic kind of way.
So he reaches up, pulls off his shades, and sets them aside. Then he looks up at Tav again, all heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, his hand still absently moving against Tav's bulge.]
hey tav
want to come yet